The Haunting

The endless thoughts
They haunt me so at night
They enter my dreams once I close my eyes
I try to tune them out to no avail
They leave me feeling hollow
Oh how I hate this feeling
Though none will see these times
For I rarely let it show
I paste on the famous smile
As I sit there questioning everything
For my heart is pure but stupid
Thus my brain is always suspicious
Leaving some thoughts quite vicious
Over thinking is what I do best
Even though I know it shall be my down fall
Do you see the all of the questions
I feel they are visible in my eyes
But when you lock away all things
Then hide the keys
I find the paranoia settles in deep
So now you can have a guess
As to why I seem so edgy
As to why I can be so far away when I'm near
Yet I do not expect change
After all, what would it matter?

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